If I were to tell this to anyone, they must think I am mad. What is a purpose of living? No, no, I am not thinking short. It is just that I don’t understand the world we live in. Today, I am questioning my purpose? What if I become homeless? Living in the jungle? Is my purpose to please my family? To wish them well. My dad brought me here for a better life? I guessed so. Is it? It must have been. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made the decision?
Get a job
Pass on the genes
Try to raise them well
What is our purpose?
What gives us our purpose?
Dear God, I must have forgotten my purpose of my I am on this earth.
I am cynical and skeptical. I demand questions. I watch a tv and starting to question.
If I were to tell this to my dad, he would simply laughed it off. If I tell this to my sister she would do the same and if I tell this to my mom, so would she too act the same.
That’s why I write it here. No feedback. Just me. What is the purpose of living? To be happy? I suppose.
I don’t understand.
If I were to say this thought to anyone, they must think I am crazy and is thinking short. But I am asking a question. I am not sure if I demand an answer. I am saying what is the point when I am not happy.